The day before leaving Lhasa, hurriedly in the street bought some way eat dry food, a few pieces of hard stiff compressed biscuits and many a big pancake, and evacuated to Jokhang temple outside the Bajiao street to buy some souvenirs, these things to my bags stuffed to the brim. Period also seize the time to wash a bath, will gradually lose the true colors of the dirty clothes to wash clean, run to and fro in recent days that I rarely so leisurely.
Before starting this morning, I had to give up the walk alone the idea of Sichuan Tibet highway, until now I can't remember when how suddenly have this idea, now come mostly because of the journey in sudden a lonely sake. I wrote a note posted on the "kirey Hotel" the door that piece of colorful tourist board, hoping to find someone. But this I do not hold any hope, because coincides with the rainy season, this article from Lhasa to Chengdu Road actually is inaccessible to vehicles, in addition to Lhasa to Nyingchi is also provided with a long-distance bus, the remaining distance to rely on his own cut-off vehicles, landslides, debris flow is the norm of the road, and all the hardships and fun also only then truly through it people can deeply understand.
I agley rely on in the hotel on the second floor corridor on the bench, smoking, eating a piece of green cucumber, cucumber this stuff is a good thing, that is able to quench their thirst and plateau stress of vitamin supplement, the travel experience is I from the next room several South Korean tourists that come.
August plateau sunshine through the heavy tree gap Nuannuan according to come over, mingled with a faint fragrance of butter wind caressing my black off the skin of face, let me temporarily forget the burning pain, far from the Potala Palace Jinding under the blue sky and white clouds appear particularly dignified dazzling, downstairs tourists in twos and threes comings and goings, brought in a burst of noise, but suddenly quiet down, gradually, I so slowly dozed, continuous running after extremely relaxed let me feel very comfortable.
"Excuse me, is there a XX called?"
My ears came a girl soft voice, tone with some doubt and temptation, I opened my eyes, standing next to a girl, wearing a pair of jeans, black turtleneck, a pitch black long hair, my eyes swept over her face, that is a plain, without makeup stacked decorated face, symmetrical facial features, white faced, but my cheeks are relatively wide some, I noticed her dark eyes, eyes deep seems to reveal a little vicissitudes, finally I have lines of her body is still very full recognition.
"Oh, I am." I quickly stood up from the chair. "I saw your note, and wanted to go with you.."
"Oh, is it." I hastily replied, while unconsciously stroked his shaggy hair.
"I came to Tibet to listen to friends that the Sichuan Tibet highway along the way, the scenery is very beautiful, always wanted to have the opportunity to see. I just bought a car ticket from Lhasa to Chengdu, and I got a message on the hotel.."
"What? As far as I know, there are a Chengdu bus, but take the Qinghai Tibet highway, do not take the Sichuan Tibet road."
"Is it? How can this be?" her face of regret.
But you can go to a refund, if you decided to go with me, I did not buy a ticket." I have some regret to say this word. So I slowly and she chat up, she told me her name called Xiaomei, live in Shenzhen, just quit work, while looking for a job out of tourism. To be honest, I was really not very much hope that she and I go Sichuan Tibet highway, because I think I'm needing, together action rather too inconvenient. Moreover, during the journey, I may want to care and to accommodate her a lot, although I may appear on the road of prepared, but my own nor too big hold, she is able to give me help, that can have how much? "In Sichuan Tibet highway, you know how much?" put me to the test of asked.
"I don't know, I only know that along the way through the Hengduan Mountains, very dangerous."
I looked at her, the in the mind a funny, this girl, how abruptly, travel to Tibet can can follow one's inclinations, advance should do some preparation, at least initially expected time and cost, plan the travel routes. I had to patiently to her crude said about my travel plans. Finally, I lent her a "traveler" 7 issue of the journal, above the introduction of Sichuan Tibet highway, told her not be in a hurry to reply, I would like to read the book, maybe she will beat a retreat.
In the afternoon she knocked at my door, said to me: "I still want to try, if not I return to Lhasa again."
So I went to the bus station with her back, bought two tickets from Linzhi to Lhasa eight one town of car tickets. Went to the "sub inn" door of the store bought a sleeping bag, perhaps the road with.
Two people in the life experience Kiki Cte, meet all kinds of people, some just just passer-by in your life in a hurry, like the bustling night sky meteor, fleeting; some people become accompany you around friends, in difficult to reach you warm hand; some is belong to another, ranged between the two, but in your mind leave deep imprint, become you a lasting sorrow Chu, or is a lingering sweet imprint, now I know, Xiaomei is belongs to the last.
旅行的故事
我和小梅是我即將離開拉薩,踏上川藏公路前壹天認識的。當時機票十分緊張,預售時間據說已經排到了9月初,我已經沒了在拉薩等上十幾天的耐性,但是我也不想再從青藏公路出藏,因為自己出外旅行向來不願走回頭路,最後選擇川藏公路離開西藏其實多半是因為我“無路可走”。
離開拉薩前壹天,匆匆地在街上買了些路上吃的幹糧--幾塊硬硬邦邦的壓縮餅幹和好多個大餅子,又抽空去大昭寺外的八角街買了些紀念品,這些東西把我的行囊塞的滿滿當當。期間還抓緊時間洗了個澡,將逐漸失去本來面目的那些臟衣服洗幹凈,連日來的東奔西走使我難得能夠如此從容不迫。
出發前這天上午,我終於放棄了獨自走川藏公路的念頭,直到現在我都記不起當時怎麽突然會有這種想法,現在想來多半是因為旅途中突如其來的壹種孤獨的緣故。我寫了張字條貼在“吉日旅館”門口那塊花花綠綠的遊客留言板上,希望能找到伴兒。但對此我並不抱什麽奢望,因為適逢雨季,這條從拉薩到成都的國道實際上已經是不通車的,除了拉薩到林芝還開有長途班車外,余下的路程全靠壹路自己截車,塌方,泥石流是這條路上的常事,而所有的艱險和樂趣也只有真正走過它的人才能深深體會。
我斜斜地靠在旅館二樓回廊的長椅上,抽著煙,品嘗著壹根翠綠的黃瓜,黃瓜這玩意是個好東西,即能解渴又能補充高原虧缺的維生素,這條旅行經驗是我從隔壁房間幾個韓國旅行者那學來的。
8月的高原陽光透過重重樹隙暖暖地照過來,夾雜著淡淡酥油清香的風親撫著我那黑黑的脫了皮的臉龐,讓我暫時忘卻了火辣辣的疼痛,遠處布達拉宮的金頂在藍天白雲下顯得格外莊重耀眼,樓下三三兩兩的遊客進進出出,帶進來壹陣喧鬧,不過瞬間又安靜下來,漸漸地,我就這樣慢慢打起盹來,連續奔波之後的極度放松讓我覺得十分愜意。
“請問這兒有沒有叫XX的?”
我耳畔傳來壹個女孩軟軟的聲音,音調裏帶著些疑惑和試探,我睜開眼,旁邊站著個姑娘,穿著條牛仔褲,黑色的套頭衫,壹把烏黑的長發,我眼光掃過她的臉,那是壹張平凡的,未經過化妝品堆飾的臉,五官勻稱,面色白皙,但兩頰相對寬了些,我註意到她那對黑黑的眸子,目光深邃,似乎還流露出少許滄桑,最後我得承認她身體的線條還是挺豐滿的。
“啊,我就是。”我急忙從坐椅上站起來。“我看到妳的字條了,想和妳結伴同行。”
“噢,是嗎。”我慌亂地回答道,壹邊下意識地捋了捋雜亂蓬松頭發。
“我來西藏就聽朋友說川藏公路沿途景色很美,壹直想有機會親眼看看。我剛買了拉薩到成都的汽車票,回旅館就看到了妳的留言了。”
“什麽?據我所知,現在確實有開成都的班車,但走青藏公路,不走川藏路。”
“是嗎?怎麽會這樣?”她壹臉的遺憾。
“不過妳可以去退票,如果妳決定和我壹起走的話,我還沒買票呢。”壹說完這話我又有些後悔起來。我就這樣慢慢地和她聊起來了,她告訴我她的名字叫小梅,住在深圳,剛剛辭了工,趁找下壹份工作前出來旅遊。老實說,我當時真不是很希望她和我壹起走川藏公路,因為我覺得孤男寡女,在壹起行動未免太不方便,況且,在旅途中,我可能要照顧和遷就她很多,雖然我對可能在路上出現的情況有所準備,但我自己也沒有太大把握,她就是能給我幫助,那又能有多少?“對川藏公路,妳知道多少?”我試探性地問。
“不知道,我只知道沿途要穿過橫斷山脈,挺艱險的。”
我望著她,心裏壹陣好笑,這女孩子,怎麽冒冒失失的,來西藏旅行可不能隨心所欲,事先應該做壹些準備,至少要先預計時間和費用,計劃好行程線路等。我只好耐著性子向她粗粗地說了壹下我的旅行計劃,最後我借給她壹本《旅行家》第7期雜誌,上面有川藏公路的介紹,告訴她不必急著答復,我想看了書上的介紹後,也許她會打退堂鼓的。
下午她過來敲我的房門,對我說:“我還是想試壹下,萬壹不行我再折返拉薩。”
這樣我就和她壹起去汽車站退了票,買了兩張由拉薩開往林芝八壹鎮的汽車票。又到“亞旅館”門口的小店買了個睡袋,也許路上用的著。
二人在壹生中會經歷奇奇特特的事,遇見各種各樣的人,有些只是只是妳生命中匆匆的過客,猶如繁華夜空中的流星,壹閃即逝;有些人成為了相伴妳左右的朋友,在困難的時候向妳伸出溫暖的手;有些則屬於另壹類,介乎二者之間,但卻在妳腦海中留下深深的烙印,成為妳壹種恒久的悲楚,或是壹份揮之不去甜美的印記,現在我知道,小梅是屬於最後的壹種。